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Only a few years ago it was incredibly easy to be great.

"Good Times", "Welcome Back, Kotter", "Jeffersons" -- mild, not funny, feels like slightly warm tea. What a load of junk. Search IMDB if you don't know what I'm talking about.

Today I feel like I'm getting slightly stuck. I have called a couple more apartment offers, and made some appointments for viewing, except it doesn't sound too good even when hearing it on the phone. No conditioners. No laundry. No basic furniture. Seven hundred security deposits plus three broker fees, or similar. I have the perfect set up in ( Read more... )

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Usually, you hurt from broken love because you remember good times, and wish you went back there, and maybe if you did something different, everything would be fine now.  Time heals, but not because you stop loving. It heals, because you simply forget the details of those good times.  Good thing we don't have perfect memory.

I've been thinking about it for a while now... Maybe now is the time to let you people know.

Respect my authoritaue.

I suppose I should learn Ruby.

On rails, possibly.

Yeah.

If you're thirsty, but can't find anything in your fridge that would satisfy you, keep on eating salty things until you're on a stage that even the room-temperature water will sound like paradise.

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